Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by PIL. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.